As his tongue rasped again and again over her clit, the pleasure flushed all of her questions from her head. She let her body relax against the burning steel, the heat reduced to just another sensation competing with the electric sparks he was producing inside her slippery slit. She moaned and gasped as small orgasms shook her, and she could hear herself whispering "Yes, yes," every time his tongue or teeth touched her quivering clit. Even as the sensations threatened to overload her system, she became aware of the blatant carnality of her situation. Here she was, spread eagle on a car trunk, her cunt split by the tongue of a stranger whose cum she could still taste in her mouth. She imagined what she'd look like to Roger should he approach right now, her hips thrusting her cunt into another man's face, her tits bouncing, her nipples hard, her head thrashing as she asked for, no, begged for another man to eat her pussy and suck her clit. All the while, her engagement ring glinting in the sunlight, like a beacon calling out, "Here's a slut, guys, ready for the fucking!" With that, it all coalesced and she felt herself in the familiar spiral of an orgasm, the pleasure coursing through her like a tidal wave.

Sweat-soaked, weak-kneed and still trembling, she took a few steps and collapsed into the grass, her legs splayed open to reveal her red, juice-soaked pussy, in an invitation recognizable since the dawn of time. Modern though he may be, the cop heeded his instincts and dropped atop her, his cock sliding home with the accuracy of a heat-seeking missile. Though still muddled from her head-shattering orgasm, Monica could tell that he was holding back. But for what? She got her answer just a few moments later as he abruptly withdrew and pressed her knees to the side. Of course! He'd spent lots of time looking at her ass, and now he wanted to sample her from behind. She'd barely balanced herself on her hands and knees when he drove his stiff rod into her swollen cunt, ramming it in until his balls slapped against her ass.

He pounded at her savagely for several minutes, pausing only to reach down and grope her swaying tits. Finally she felt him stiffen behind her, then pump several spurts of his creamy sperm deep into her burning slit, as if to quench the fires raging inside her. After he pulled his pole from her, she turned around and licked the sticky remains from the length of him, knowing how much most men enjoyed having a woman clean up in this matter.

As he dressed, Monica leaned naked against the patrol car, worrying that he might still double-cross her on their deal. He still held all the cards, though she had some of his DNA in her cunt to corroborate her story, if she had to tell it.

"Well, Ms. Stanson. I'd say that you've successfully completed our work release program. I trust you've learned your lesson. And I do suggest that you get those parking tickets cleared up. After all, the next officer you meet might not take it so easy on you."

She still couldn't see past his sunglasses, but she could imagine the sardonic look in his eyes. "Yes, sir," she replied simply. She wanted him away from here, because if his watch was correct, Roger would be showing up at any time!

"And I suggest that you and your boyfriend find someplace more private than this private property to have a good time. You never know who's going to show up here."

She agreed vehemently with that. She planned on catching Roger before he even got off the main road. She wanted to warn him that the cops came down hard on lawbreakers in this part of the county. Real hard.